Monday, September 20, 2021

God grants us pets to encourage us to give and receive unconditional love

People seem often do their very best writing when they write the remembrance of their pets, especially dogs.  From Karl Rove of all the unexpected people, in the Wall Street Journal.  Emphasis added.

Just after 10 a.m. on Saturday, Sept. 4, Little Bit Rove, the world’s greatest dog, passed from this life to the next. She apparently had an arrhythmia from birth and despite the best efforts of Dr. Julie Page of Palisade, Colo., and her Valley Emergency Pet Care colleagues in Basalt, Little Bit’s loving heart gave out. She’d have been three in November.

My wife Karen and I had been without a dog since our border collie Nan died in August 2015. On Christmas 2019, Karen decided it was time. Her gift was a promise: I could pick out a dog from a nearby hunting preserve.

When we arrived at Joshua Creek Ranch, the cages on the hunting trucks were filled with a dozen or more dogs that the guides let out so we could see them all in action. From the scrum of animals, a sleek black English cocker spaniel emerged, running straight for us. She jumped on me, her little white tail wagging eagerly, as if to say “Nice to meet you! We’ll have fun today! If the rumors are true you’re looking for a dog, keep me in mind!” The issue was settled. ,,,

She appeared in videos we shared with friends marking holidays or offering invitations to parties and ranch weekends. She even had her portrait painted by a former president, who captured her regal bearing, penetrating eyes and long ears.

For 18 months this loving, joyous spirit was a big part of our family. On vacation the Saturday before last, we slept in, Little Bit wedged right up against me for warmth. We went for her morning business, then she ran cheerfully through the hotel to report to Karen and snuggle more, rising after a while for breakfast. A few minutes later, she went into convulsions. She recovered somewhat on the frantic ride to the vet’s but was gone within the hour.

I’m no theologian, but believe God grants us pets to encourage us to give and receive unconditional love—to see loyalty personified and to remind us that we must balance joy and delight with loss and grief in this transitory life.

Karen and I are so grateful Little Bit was part of our family, even for a short while. She’ll always be in our hearts. RIP, LB.




Nobody has a more sacred obligation to obey the law than those who make the law.

From Antigone by Sophocles, translation by Jean Anouihl.  Antigone being grilled by Creon.  Emphasis added.

CREON. Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it. 

ANTIGONE. He was my brother. 

CREON. You heard my edict. It was proclaimed throughout Thebes. You read my edict. It was posted up on the city walls. 

ANTIGONE. Of course I did. 

CREON. You knew the punishment I decreed for any person who attempted to give him burial. 

ANTIGONE. Yes, I knew the punishment. 

CREON. Did you by any chance act on the assumption that a daughter of Oedipus, a daughter of Oedipus's stubborn pride, was above the law? 

ANTIGONE. No, I did not act on that assumption. 

CREON. Because if you had acted on that assumption, Antigone, you would have been deeply wrong. 

Nobody has a more sacred obligation to obey the law than those who make the law. You are a daughter of lawmakers, a daughter of kings, Antigone. You must observe the law. 

Not to belabor the obvious point, but if our health leaders and political leaders want the nation to follow the laws they pass, they must first be seen to be following those laws themselves.  The more we see authoritarian politicians restricting movement, forcing masking, requiring vaccination, instructing on social distancing and then see those same people going out and about, not wearing masks, not getting vaccinated, and not maintaining social distance, the more we know this is a theatrical exercise and not legislation intended to accomplish a desired health outcome. 

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The Black Cat, 18th century by Min Zhen

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